A vast volume of mingled smoke and flame and steam rose up, and when it rolled away, the Spartiate had almost vanished.
A shell dropped upon the deck of the Spartiate, almost amidships.
The ‘Vanguard’ (our ship) was the first which anchored outside, within half pistol-shot of the ‘Spartiate.’
A Spartiate poet compares the Helots to "loaded asses stumbling under their burdens and the blows inflicted."
By this we were nearly unmanageable, and cracking masts and yards in close contact with the Spartiate.
No one knew whether he had the right to refuse assent; accustomed to obey, the Spartiate never refused.
A poet describes a play in which Spartiate girls "like colts with flowing manes make the dust fly about them."
At seventeen years the Spartiate becomes a soldier and this he until he is sixty.
In a matter of life and death, then, it was necessary that a Spartiate be as good as ten Helots.
A tremendous crash followed his words, and the Vanguard was seen to pour a broadside into the Spartiate—as before related.